Self-Despoiled Youth

July 22, 2014

Sitting alone

Knowing what I have done

I am thrown

Never having fun

Putting on my long sleeve

I cover up when I can

Counting the days I grieve

Kicking at the time that ran

I sit in my ruined body

Noticing my skin bereave the

Gleaming youth I disembody

Despoiled of my beauty by my own hand

I certainly see no hope

Singled out in society

Opaque is my condition

Running to my mind

Down to a dark place

Embarrassment permanents

Remaining forever in stain

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